“You’re safe now,” Kit says, wrapping a blanket around you. “Is there anyone else in the house?”

There’s ash and soot on on her face, on yours, too. She’d just managed to pull you out of your house, rushing through the flames to bring you to safety. The paramedics are making their way over to you.

Her hand leaves your shoulder as she steps back to let them check up on you. Still, her eyes linger, obviously concerned for you. She’s not leaving your side until you say you’re okay.